Wei Shuyu looked at Fengdu and couldn't help but fall into silence.

The person from the Netherworld invited me to the Netherworld, which was really a bit terrifying and scary.

Wei Shuyu sat on the chair, feeling extremely confused, "Hou Tu...I'm just asking me to go to the Netherworld? This is a bit unreasonable."

"Can I deal with Xing Tian, ​​Xiang Liu and other witch tribes so that Houtu knows? Holding a grudge?"

"It shouldn't be, that's a big deal."

Wei Shuyu was thinking about the pros and cons in her heart, but whether to go or not.

Houtu, the Netherworldly saint, is even more mysterious and profound than the six saints of the prehistoric world...

Previously, Houtu made a statement to help himself rebuild the heaven and ascend to the throne and become emperor. It is logical that he should give thanks.

He has offended Taiqing, Yuqing, Jingyin, Zhunti and the Demonic Dao. If he offended the Houtu Saint again, the situation will be even more difficult.

"Forget it, let's do it from the heart."

Wei Shuyu is not cowardly, but is in the heart!

"Thank you for the invitation from Empress Pingxin. Shuyu should go to the Netherworld." Wei Shuyu nodded and responded.

The Emperor of Fengdu made a gesture of invitation, "Emperor Wei, please."

The road to the underworld is wide open, and the ghost energy of the dusk mist surges out from the depths.

On the road to the underworld, the beautiful flowers on the other side bloom, exuding a burst of fragrance.

In a lifetime, one has to take a journey to the underworld.

At the end of the Yellow Spring Road, you can see a ghost gate with mysterious Taoist patterns engraved on it.

The Ghost Gate is a dividing line. Only after passing the Ghost Gate can one reach the Netherworld.

Through the underworld, through the Hall of Judges, the Hall of Yama, the City of Death, and the Palace of the Emperor of Fengdu, we finally reached the end of the twilight mist. It is desolate and desolate, and it exudes endless loneliness.

Fengdu wore a black dragon robe and saluted respectfully to the depths of the dusk mist and gray fog. "Fengdu pays homage to Empress Pingxin, and the Emperor of Wei came to the appointment."

As the words fell, the endless twilight mist dissipated, opening up a path.

"Emperor Wei, please." Fengdu saluted again.

"Thank you."

Wei Shuyu walked along the opened road toward the depths of the dusk.

It is quiet, and there is no more wailing ghosts here.

After leaving for about half a moment, Wei Shuyu walked to the front of the first hall.

Palace of Pingxin.

Pingxin Palace is simple, elegant, and profound.

The door of the hall is open.

Wei Shuyu walked closer to the hall gate and entered the main hall, and saw a woman wearing a beautiful lichen dress sitting quietly on the futon.

Houtu, Empress Pingxin.

She is still so beautiful that she is insignificant, her body exudes a strong and kind atmosphere, and her temperament is indescribable.

In front of the back soil, a wooden table made of agarwood is placed.

Legend has it that agarwood can communicate with ghosts and gods, and ghosts and gods will avoid them when they smell the smell.

There is a jade pot and two jade cups on the wooden table.

"Wei Shuyu, pay homage to Empress Pingxin."

"Please sit." Houtu's voice was not soft, just like an ordinary woman.

"Thank you, Empress Pingxin." Wei Shuyu sat on the cushion.

Houtu picked up the jade pot and poured tea for Wei Shuyu.

Wei Shuyu was a little frightened. Houtu, the authentic supreme poured tea for himself? What about the strength of his eyes?

Houtu poured a cup of tea for Wei Shuyu and a cup for himself.

The hall was silent like this, leaving only the sound of tea tasting.

After drinking a cup of tea, Wei Shuyu took the initiative to pick up the jade pot and poured one cup each.

Then he started drinking again, and it was extremely quiet.

"What does it mean? I'll keep drinking tea when I invite me here? I don't speak?" Wei Shuyu said in his heart, and his eyes raised from time to time and glanced at Houtu.

Beauty is still so beautiful, not only beautiful, but also good heart, great kindness and great compassion, the key is that the magic power is still high!

Houtu had beautiful eyes and noticed Wei Shuyu's gaze, and there was little dull smile on his face.

With four eyes connected, Wei Shuyu quickly lowered his head, "The pressure is really great. I dare to appreciate any ordinary woman without restraint!"

Silence for half a quarter of an hour.

Wei Shuyu finally couldn't calm down and said, "Empress Pingxin, it's Xing Tian, ​​Xiang Liu didn't follow the rules, and I also punished him according to the law."

"Yes, I really need to be punished." Hou Tu nodded lightly.

"Huh? What? Should I punish me?" Wei Shuyu was a little confused by Hou Tu's words.

"It's not because of Xing Tian? Then why are you invited me here?"

Wei Shuyu fell silent again.

Hou Tu waved his sleeves lightly and saw fog gathering in the void, forming a picture.

The purebred witch clan, after joining Anping, works from sunrise and rests from sunset, earns wages and does not have to worry about food and drink.

There are also human witches who first joined the human race and are completely part of the human race, and their lives are stable and stable.

Wei Shuyu looked at the fog picture, "What's the matter? Isn't the human race all living like this?"

Anping, even the most ordinary human race, has no worries about food and drink, and the harder one is a well-off family.

Houtu waved his hand again, and the picture turned around, showing the original dense forest.

In the primitive dense forest, there are pure blood witch clans.

But they all looked yellow and thin.

Suddenly, Wei Shuyu saw a strong witch clan lying beside the dense forest tree and biting it randomly.

"It is said that the witch clan has infinite power and is invincible in the body. He is practicing biting power, right? As expected, the way of practicing is unique." Wei Shuyu exclaimed.

"He is eating tree bark to satisfy his hunger." Hou Tu's voice obviously felt a little sad.

"What...what? Eat the bark?"

Wei Shuyu could not imagine that the witch clan that was powerful in an era that had fallen to eating tree bark to satisfy his hunger...

"Thank you." Hou Tu spoke out and thanked Wei Shuyu.

Wei Shuyu finally realized Houtu’s kindness. Houtu became the six realms of reincarnation. Since then, the earth has no longer been witch, but he has been caring about the witch clan.

The Houtu reincarnation and reincarnation have achieved the authentic saint. Although he is strong and has a high Taoist fruit, he cannot take half a step to the underworld. If he wants to help the witch clan, he is powerless.

Wei Shuyu didn't know how to answer for a moment, "No need to thank you. Whether it is a human witch or a witch clan, I don't have special care. As long as he makes contributions to the human race, I will treat you equally."

“It’s enough to treat everyone equally.”

As the witch tribe declines, there are many people who are laughing at the world and taking advantage of others. Who can treat everyone equally?

Wei Shuyu finally understood why Houtu supported him.

Half a pot of tea was finished.

Houtu said slowly: "I asked Fengdu to invite the Emperor of Wei here, but I really asked for something."

When Wei Shuyu heard what Houtu said, his expression changed slightly.

Houtu is an authentic supreme saint. What can he ask for help... what is a trivial matter?

"Even Empress Pingxin can't do it. How can Shuyu's little human race help Empress Pingxin?" Wei Shuyu subconsciously refused.

"This matter is extremely difficult and very dangerous. Even if it is the talented person of Wei Renhuang, it is extremely difficult. It is a shameless person." Hou Tu saluted Wei Shuyu and apologized.

Wei Shuyu did not dare to receive the saint's courtesy, so he avoided three points.

The hall became silent again, and then Tu was not a talkative person.

"If Empress Pingxin had nothing to do, Shuyu would say goodbye first."

"Yes." Houtu's voice was as weak as a mosquito.

Wei Shuyu bowed to Houtu, stood up, and walked out of the hall.

When he looked back vaguely, Wei Shuyu saw Houtu's originally bright eyes becoming dim, so lost and lonely.

Deep in the underworld, the endless ghost spirits are all the gray areas of dusk, endless pain and desolation...

In that moment, Wei Shuyu's compassion and pity in his nature moved.
To be continued...